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A Poem by Vol
The
darkened sun floats
above
ominous clouds,
so
my morning coffee
has
a harder job in the den
where
the lights are off.
Sh..
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A Poem by Vol
CLUMSY OAF
The author said,
in her people’s wisdom,
that no Native language has
a cognate for “human” as
separ..
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A Poem by Vol
On
the beach,
when
the sky is bright
with
the blue of nothing
but
light, distance softens
in
the iridescent haze.
Purple
coquina peek from ..
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A Poem by Vol
The railroad clock in the hall
just
the other side of my doorhas
a pendulum that ticks witha
whisper when you first lay down,nestling
into th..
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A Poem by Vol
CHAT
NOIR
This
chair is a little
soft
in the middle, and musty…
fits
the book of Flannery O’Conner
short
stories I&rsquo..
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A Poem by Vol
"Reality
Doesn’t Exist Until We Measure It,Quantum
Experiment Confirms,” or so they’d
have
us believe. Measure withwhat"I&rsqu..
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A Poem by Vol
mild erotica
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A Poem by Vol
The late
summer night
has
taken on a chill,
so
the fog has been thick
of
late. In this early ride
to
work I cannot see a thing
ex..
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A Poem by Vol
The book
of poems
on
that dusty shelf
has
the collected works
of
Wallace Stevens.
I
can’t stand that b*****d,
but
I owe him e..
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A Poem by Vol
The bag
contains $26.95 of life.
Wild
birdseed I buy very autumn
against
a snowy winter and
pour into a big plastic bucket
out
on the porch ..
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